Come home to me

If only it was that easy

As soon as Peter was out of sight the figure that dropped 10 stories to kill and mutilate the gang members shook the blood off his swords. "Damn now they stink of blood" irritation exploded with his voice, his body was covered in a leather suit that was the colors black and red, it clung tight to his body not hiding any muscle or curve the bulky man had. the eyes under the mask closed and he muttered to himself as if having a conversation with himself.

{So much fun!} Yellow yelled with excitement of the blood soaked ground.

[Well that was unnecessary blood shed] white spoke calmly.

"really white? It was fucking necessary theses little shits lied to us where their damn boss was and we wasted our damn fucking time looking for that little shit" Deadpool snarled under his mask to the voice in his head.

{they lied! and now their dead~~} Yellow said in song.

[But still now that they are dead they cant tell us where the boss is you idiot] white replied with no hint of enthusiasm.

Deadpool leaned back on his heel and placed his hand on his chin like the thinker "hmmmmm" there was a pause and complete silence before he sheathed his swords clicking his tongue. pointing to each body "One! Two!Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!" a chuckle escaped his throat, "wasn't there eleven here?"

{Ohhh~ Guy on the run Guy on the run~!} yellow squealed happily as if he was a child playing red rover.

[your right we did drop between two people and I think Mr.Eleven ran out of here in a hurry] white stated curtly.

"Hehe I guess we are going hunting boys and Yellow" Deadpool giggled with excitement as the boxes cheered and laughed happily inside his head. Glancing around his surroundings his eyes fell on a brown portfolio. "Oh~~~? Me found a thing~~!" Deadpool skipped happily over to the portfolio and snatched it off from the ground and giggled frantically. Deadpool opened the portfolio "Hubba Hubba~ looks like our Spidey is a covergirl modle~" Deadpool smiled happily while looking through the photos. The boxes commented on each about spiders butt and tight suit. Deadpool drooled while scanning over the photos and walked away going to the closest library to conduct research on one "Peter Parker"

-to the Bugle-

Peter slammed open the door and the receptionist glanced up from her computer and her eyes rolled as she looked Peter up and down. "He is waiting for you" her voice was filled with venom and grazed Peters ear drums.

"Okay... haaa... thanks..." Peter breathes heavily and staggers over to the elevator slowly getting in and heading to the fifth level. While in the elevator he re-adjusts his shirt and tucks it back into his pants. His hands were shaking while he listened to the music trying to get his bearings. Reaching to grab his portfolio that was under his arm and as his hand roamed the side of his body panic spread across his face. "Where.....?" His mind wondered to the ally "NO! NO DAMN IT!" Peter roared with anger and slammed his fists against the elevator door causing the metal to bend.

"Ding"

The elevator door opened slowly to reveal a news room filled with reports. Some of the writers looked up from their seats but turn back down to their work. Peter removed his hand from the indented sheath in the wall. He scoffed softly as he exited, walking past the piles of papers and the type writers. As he arrived at the door Peter gulped and tugged at his shirt collar, hands shaking slowly gripping the handle and turning pushing into the office ready to face a new danger.